my samurai lover HE

? I looked at him greedily, and couldn't even breathe easily.After half a year of separation, he was thinner than before, and his face was paler than before.I have never seen him so weak.But he looked so happy again, he looked at me, and I could only see his happy smile in my eyes.

"Sojiro..."

I yelled softly and walked towards him.

He suddenly showed pain, turned his head to one side, and coughed violently——

"Soujiro!"

I rushed to his side and helped him up together with Dr. Matsumoto. I anxiously patted his back, only to feel that under the palm of my hand, his shoulders, which were not considered broad at all, seemed even thinner to the touch, which was almost painful.He coughed for a long time before letting go of the hand that shut his mouth.

"Do you want some water?" I asked distressedly, took the water glass handed over by Shinpachi, and put it to his lips.

"Thank you." He whispered, held my hand and drank the warm water slowly, his Adam's apple squirmed and swallowed.I stared at his still fair side face, and found that he had calmed down and flushed his cheeks again.

After he put down the cup, he turned his face to the other side and said in a hoarse voice.

"It will infect you, don't get so close."

His left hand was put down, and he held mine silently.Our two fingers are intertwined, and I can feel his somewhat rough palm warming me warmly.

"My hands are cold."

Although I was happy with Soujiro's actions, I still tried to pull my hand away.Although I was sitting in the middle of the car on the way here, there was still some air leakage in the car, and my hands were still very cold from the wind blowing in.

He shook his head firmly, squeezed my hand, and said hello to Mr. Matsumoto without looking at me.

"I'm really sorry for your trouble, I let you take a trip in such a cold day."

Shinpachi next to him let out a sneer of unknown meaning, but he and I ignored it.

"You bastard." Dr. Matsumoto shook his head, then opened the medical box at hand, took out a small pillow that the Japanese put under their wrists when they saw a doctor, and patted it, "I know it will be troublesome, so I will take the medicine on time. .”

Dr. Matsumoto dragged the small table next to him, put the small pillow on it, and glared at him: "Quickly stretch out your hand!"

He obediently turned his wrist up and placed it on the small table, and I gently moved over to lean against Soujiro's side.He still has that grass-clear smell that I love, and when I sat down next to him, I felt his body stiffen, and then immediately relaxed.He didn't turn his head to look at me, but he pulled out his left hand from my hand and gently wrapped it around my shoulder.

Dr. Matsumoto frowned and asked him some questions, then looked at his tongue coating, and finally checked the prescriptions prescribed by doctors from other villages before we came.

"I reminded you when I did a physical examination for all members of the Shinsengumi last time. If you don't love yourself, you won't come to me in the future. If you refuse to take good medicine and rest, if you do this again If I go down and get pneumonia, I can't do anything about it."

"What you said is true." He humbly bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "It's just that there have been a lot of things in the group recently, and I can't help it..."

"Mr. Matsumoto, don't worry," Shinpachi who was sitting on the side interrupted suddenly, "Mr. Hijikata sent a message when I was looking for you. He said, unless this kid's health is completely recovered, Otherwise, he will not be allowed to return to Kyoto."

"Did Hichikata-san really say that?"

"Yes." He was also very worried when he heard the news that you had fainted. "

He bowed his head silently, with a worried look on his face.

"But now..."

"Don't worry about it anymore. If you don't get well soon, you can't even beat me."

Shinpachi touched the knife in his arms, and looked at him with dissatisfaction, "Hey, don't look at me like that, I'm the Shinto Wunian, so everyone can pass it on."

"Yes," he showed a slight smile, "Xinpachi and you are all so good, I can't lose."

"That's right," Xin Bayi patted his thigh, "You can take care of yourself here."

He winked at Dr. Matsumoto: "You must prescribe bitter medicine, and teach this kid who refuses to take medicine a good lesson."

"Hey, Shinpachi, how can you say such a thing!" He also yelled dissatisfied.

Both Shinpachi and Dr. Matsumoto laughed kindly, and I laughed softly too.He glanced at me secretly, and the moment their eyes collided, I felt his rare ease and joy.At that moment when the eyes met, I just couldn't bear to look away.Seeing that I was laughing too, he turned his head back, and then glanced at me again before continuing to talk to Shinpachi and Dr. Matsumoto.

Dr. Matsumoto wrote down a few prescriptions for him, gave him some instructions, and then picked up the medicine box and left with Shinpachi.I dutifully delivered them to the door like a most traditional Japanese housewife.

"It's hard work for you now," Dr. Matsumoto said with emotion, "If you can come and take care of him, he will probably get better too. His illness can't be delayed any longer."

"Thank you very much." I bowed deeply again, "I will take good care of him."

The new eight-pointed stared at me with a smile on his hands.From the very beginning, Shinpachi was the kindest and most supportive person to me.Until now, when I think of the help Shinpachi gave me, I feel deeply grateful from the bottom of my heart.

"I will tell the old lady to deliver medicinal materials and food to your family the next day, but you will be left to do the rest." He blinked, "You understand?"

I nodded understandingly.

After I closed the door, I took off the bamboo hat on my head and walked towards Soujiro eagerly.

He was still sitting on the quilt, and when he saw me coming in, he showed a bright smile and looked at me intently.

"Why don't you lie down?" I knelt down beside him, "Just now you promised Mr. Matsumoto that you will recuperate obediently."

He took my hand, smiling so happily, but with a little worry.

"How did you come back? I obviously sent you away myself."

"Because I want to see you."

I slowly pulled away the outer coat that I hadn't untied since I entered the room, revealing the shape under the clothes.

His eyes followed my movements and landed on my abdomen, his eyeballs were all fixed, he looked there motionlessly, but he tightened his grip on my hands.

"I think the child will definitely want to see you." I said softly.

His shoulders trembled violently, his mouth opened and closed, and there was a choked sound in his throat.He put his hands on my lower abdomen weakly, with an expression like he was sleepwalking.

"…my child?"

I pressed down his tense and stiff hand, letting him actually touch the bulge.

"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

His black eyes were so bright, he looked at me and smiled silly.Laughing and laughing, he finally sobbed, and then he bent down, put his face against my abdomen, and cried out loudly.I could feel the heat of his tears through my not-so-thin clothes.

"Soujiro." I lowered my head and leaned my face against the side of his smooth long hair.

"exist."

"I'm very happy."

"……Me too."

He sobbed and answered me.

I hugged my young lover tightly. At this moment, I was finally able to let go of the fear and exhaustion of traveling across the ocean, and let go of the long-term sadness and sadness that had been suppressed in my heart.

He cried for a long time, until the charcoal in the charcoal basin was almost burnt out, he got up embarrassedly, then covered his face with his sleeve in embarrassment, took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes.

I hugged him from the side, but he still remembered his illness and refused to let me kiss him properly.I could only kiss his cheek.

"Mr. Okita, you are going to be a father."

He looked at me shyly, then turned his head and kissed my cheek.Then he touched my stomach affectionately.

"I will work hard, Mrs. Okita."

We fell asleep holding hands that night.

Seeing him sleeping peacefully next to me like a child, I only feel peace and happiness that I have never had before.Someone once asked me what supported me on that long, lonely and bumpy journey.Of course it was him, and just thinking that I might see him the next moment always cheered me up.

I didn't dare to think about whether he would make his condition worse to the point of no return, as Mr. Matsumoto warned, without my care.But I was afraid and thankful countless times. Fortunately, I was able to accompany him during his most difficult period.